“She was still reading about it and watching old videos of her interviews and stuff when I came over to work on our project for school!” Hannah picked up the story. “I thought she was looking at porn or something when I came in and saw Sidney on the screen but she showed me what it was and then we watched the documentary together.”

“And did the project ever get done?” the reporter asked with a wry chuckle.

“Something got handed in on time.” Sophia confessed a little sheepishly. “But it probably wasn’t either of out best work!”

“So was it an instant conversion for you?” The reporter continued his questioning. “You clearly found it fascinating but did you immediately want to be eaten or did that come later? Tell me how you felt around the time of that first realisation.”

“Excited.” Sophia blushed a little, clearly intending the meaning of the word relating to arousal rather than anticipation. “I was kinda shocked at first I guess but the whole thing just seemed so thrilling and felt so… right!”

“How long after that was it that the announcement about Sidney’s coming to the UK was made? How long did it take for you to pre-register?” He was focussed on Sophia for the moment, clearly wanting to draw out her full story before turning to Hannah to compare and contrast.

“I don’t know really…” Sophia thought for a moment. “I guess a few months? There were rumours first then reports about negotiations. I’d joined loads of forums and websites for fans of Sidney, fans of the restaurant and other meat-girls so I got all the info pretty much as soon as it was available. I had to get Mum’s permission to sign up when the form went live.”

“Oh yes.” the reporter nodded. “And how did she take it?”

“Honesty we’d been joking about it a lot since I saw the documentary and I’d started off by hinting then out-right telling her I wanted to be harvested if the opportunity ever came up. We’d even started looking to see if girls on holiday in America can sign up and we were looking at places in Europe too so it’s not like it came as a massive shock to her, although I do think she’d been humouring me quite a lot. You know,” she smiled, “just sort of playing along and thinking I’d get over it like any other fad? When I showed her the form and asked her to give permission, she just asked is that what you really want? When I said yes, she didn’t really say anything else, just signed.”

“And what about you?” the reporter turned his attention to Hannah whose mum was sat beside her. “Was it the same for you?”

“Well I did love the idea of being eaten!” Hannah admitted with obvious glee in her voice. “But, I dunno, the restaurant thing just didn’t feel special enough. Like, how many girls get cooked there every day? Every month? Even if you were that evening’s special, on the public spit roast for everyone to watch, you’d still be just another meat-girl that nobody really cared about. Then there was this little bit where Louis went to a party and met a girl who was going to be roasted in her own back yard so all her family and loads of her friends could enjoy her meat. That felt much more like what I’d want.”


To be continued...